23 years ago today, John Lennon was murdered.I wish I had been alive to experience his music and, oddly enough, I wish that I had been alive and self-aware enough to realize the importance of his death when it happened.
I'm exhausted, mainly, because I've had so much work to do over the last week. Then, on top of all that, I have to fucking cope with migraines coming back at full force. I've spoken with one of my teachers about what would happen if I was to get a migraine in place of my final. After I explained that I would at least be able to do it later on in the day, she said that would be fine.
Here's hoping I won't have to do that.
Here's also hoping that AJ actually gets here this weekend. I miss him and I need some time away from my school and home at the same time.
